About a year ago I purchased an antique printers tray restored into a beautiful table-come-desk.
However, my product was sadly delivered battered and bashed and after a series of unhelpful exchanges and frustration, I returned my very expensive table and demanded a refund.
I thought nothing of the table, until recently where I was gifted this beautiful hand-made version by my sister and very talented brother-in-law.
Frequent visits to my sister a few months ago left me convinced that she was suffering from depression as she kept the curtains drawn, ignored the yowling dogs who clearly wanted to go outside and acted rather oddly.
Once during an impromptu visit, I arrived while my sister was hosting a Sunday braai and her and my cousin kept shuffling around and whispering, leaving me awkwardly convinced that I was unwelcome.
I subsequently discovered the table (which they had tried to speedily conceal with towels) and it was revealed that my sister was trying to contain the handy work in progress on their patio and keep my birthday present a surprise!
It finally arrived-3 months after my birthday and I had such fun with my daughters filling every little slot with my tools and craft goodies. They are now beautifully displayed and I don’t need to rummage through little containers to find an item.
The final table looks so gorgeous and I have moved it from my study into my arty Mandela guest bathroom, giving my guests something to ogle at while sitting on the loo.